On May 29, the He family silk house.

The doors and windows were closed, and the outside was heavily guarded, and no one was allowed to approach the fifteen-zhang range.

There are all the high-level people in the hall.

Not only the clan elders, but even the patriarchs of the previous generation who were over 90 years old and were about to end their lives were invited out by the two brothers in charge and sat next to the patriarch with a cigarette stick.

He Zhixin stood at the foot of the hall and quietly watched the bag of purple powder wrapped in white silk being circulated and tested by everyone.

Moments later, the silk bag was passed back into his hands.

"The quality of this bag of vermilion, everyone has confirmed."

He Zhixin said.

"Hong Fan told me that he can separate almost all the scarlet from the sawdust."

"Based on the amount of scrap he took away, this should be true."

"I carefully calculated the ratio, if we reach a cooperation, just relying on our home-cultivated cicadas without song, the output of the marrow washing pill in one month can be equivalent to the original March!"

He whispered.

"According to the current estimate of 500 pieces of production in January, a profit of 540,000 taels a year can be made."

The hall was silent, and no one spoke for a while, only the sound of heavy breathing one after another.

"It's too optimistic."

An old man swallowed his saliva and pretended to be calm.

"Where will there be so many? The supply goes up, and the price will go down. ”

Another elder immediately retorted.

"If it's just shipping in Liangzhou, of course that's right, but we can also sell to other states."

"More than 1,000 marrow cleansing pills a month, but it's enough for more than 200 people to use in the Pure Realm, and if you scatter to the three kingdoms of Kyushu, what is it?"

"What's more, with this means, we can all collect the cicada waste from other families......"

His cheeks flushed.

"Earn hundreds of thousands of taels a year, but it's a good thing......"

At this time, the old patriarch who was shrunk in the circle chair took a puff of cigarette and said.

Hearing his statement, the radicals in the church cheered up.

"That's what I mean!"

The old man who had just spoken hurriedly said.

"Jin Haihong's family is just a small surname in the frontier, we will give a bonus of one percent, I think it is enough to satisfy them......"

As he spoke, he was interrupted by the coughing of the old patriarch.

"You're in such a hurry, so you'll be in charge; The family earns hundreds of thousands of taels a year, what's the good thing? ”

The latter propped up his drooping eyelids slightly, revealing a little thick dark eyes, and stared at it.

"What's so good about being rich?"

The patriarch was stared at nervously, and his words became dry.

"Well, there are too many good places for silver; The clan can use the best weapons, and the children can use the best weapons......"

The more he spoke, the smoother it became.

"Even if we rely on silver to smash it, we can smash a place in the upper courtyard of the Shura Sect every year!"

"That's all?"

The old patriarch sneered.

"1,500 pills are produced in January, and our family's production capacity accounts for half of Liangzhou."

"When the time comes, the Liu family's name as the No. 1 luxury in Xijing will have to be given to us."

"Is this good?"

At this moment, everyone heard that the old man was talking back.

"Forgot all? Why did we move out of the city in the first place? ”

The old patriarch let out a low snort.

"I, He Bokai, am just a sympathetic cultivator of heaven and man, probably not living to be a hundred years old, what I said may not count now."

"Siyuan, you are the number one master in the clan, and you are born with five combinations."

He looked at his grandson, He Siyuan, the contemporary head of the He family and He Zhixin's eldest brother.

"I asked you, with a net profit of more than 500,000 taels a year, is it worth earning a He family without Yuan Magnetism and Heavenly Man?"

"Unworthy."

He Siyuan replied without hesitation.

"Then watch the surnamed Hong hand over the method to another family?"

There are still people who are not convinced.

"Now that the governor and the governor are in a big fight, it is the time to rely on the below, who dares to touch us?"

"Third uncle, this is the case at the moment, but it's always right to think more."

This time, it was He Zhixin who answered.

"We don't deserve to earn that much, so let's earn less."

"My brother and I thought of finding a family that could stand up to the sky in Liangzhou, let a few percent of the shares go out, and take on this relationship."

He smiled humbly.

"Which one are you looking for, Liu? Sink? ”

Someone questioned.

"In order to avoid suspicion, the family has explicitly ordered the children not to associate with these two sides in the past few months; If you join forces with them, you will be choosing a side! ”

"Naturally it won't be them."

He Siyuan shook his head and said.

"How about looking for Liangzhou as a prisoner? I have a good personal relationship with Zhuang Gong, and they are much more disciplined than the average family. ”

"As far as Tuokou is a means provided by Zhuang Gong, our He family was just selected to cooperate exclusively."

There was silence in the hall.

Several clan elders outside the long house instinctively wanted to refute, but they couldn't find a reason.

To some extent, the prisoner is very similar to the He family - financially rich, but weak in force.

Zhuang Liren, as one of the top "masters" in Liangzhou Prefecture, has an innate triad of cultivation, but his combat power is probably not as good as that of the congenital generals in the army.

But no one dares to touch the business of being a prisoner.

Because it is one of the eight ministries, the money bag of the imperial court, and every copper coin earned is written with the word "Xiao".

There are not many people who dare to compete for food from the emperor's plate.

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The next afternoon.

Hong Fan rode past the cyan wall and saw the pair of huge stone lions with flames in their mouths and gears in their mouths.

At the end of the hardened cement road, Zhuang Liren's close attendant "Ah Nian" was hiding in the shade of a tree and waiting.

Seeing Hong Fan coming, the young man hurried up to greet him as if he had been pardoned.

Zhuang Liren was wearing a bachelor's robe, playing with a prism under the skylight in one hand and nibbling on a watermelon in the other.

Although he is a literary cultivator, he also has an innate cultivation, and he is not afraid of the scorching heat.

The footsteps of Hong Fan entering the door interrupted Zhuang Liren's train of thought.

"Excuse me."

He saluted.

"Between us, why be polite?"

Zhuang Liren hurriedly waved his hand, and when his originally dull face saw Hong Fan, he immediately smiled.

"The watermelon newly sent by the city guard mansion has been ripened with the true qi of Muxing, but it is sweet, you have to taste it!"

He walked back to the table in a few steps, took out half of the melon soaked in cold water, and cut off a piece as soon as he vomited.

In Gimhae, Hong Beom has never seen watermelons.

He took it with nostalgia, took a bite, and it was as sweet as a memory.

"I had just observed the dispersion of light with a prism, and suddenly I had a question about whether the color is a property of the object itself, or whether it reacts with white light......

Zhuang Liren said, and saw Ah Nian leaning against the door and not leaving, a pair of eyes firmly stuck to the watermelon in the copper basin.

So he had no choice but to cut another piece and handed it over distressedly.

When the young man jumped out of the door with a melon in his hand and a smile, the two sat down at the table.

"Last time, I compiled your answer into a document and sent it to Mei Chengxue - it was rushed by eight hundred miles."

As soon as Zhuang Liren sat down, he was impatient.

"He didn't reply to me."

"But I heard from others, that old boy read your answer, and was so shocked that he couldn't say a word, and he turned around and burned his article."

He raised the corners of his mouth as he spoke, overwhelmed with joy.

(End of chapter)